“The written word can be erased……not so with the spoken word”

Spoken Word Artist: Shannon Foster, Alma C. Nelson

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Shannon Foster

 

Shannon Foster is 26 years old. She is a native Californian but, was reared in Tennessee. A veteran of the United States Navy, she is a full-time student at Lane College in Jackson, TN, pursuing a Bachelor’s in Mass Communications. She enjoys writing, reading and the great outdoors.

“You Lie, Black Boy”

Boys tell lies, selling the truth like spies

As the saying goes, “Niggas and flies… I do despise!”

And indeed I DO despise

Black niggas, like black flies

That deceive you with their eyes

And lying tongues that tell a liar’s lies.

The words from your lips

Are so poetic I slip, trip and dip

Into the abyss….of…it…all…

All the words you say, all the word play

Is designed to blow my mind

The honeyed tones, they melt my bones

Giving me a love jones, as if I were watching the movie “Love Jones”

Funny, how the inspiration for this is a nigga named, “Jones…”

But back to the boys and the lies they tell

So that dreams they can sell

Oh, sometimes they do it so well!!!

You can’t tell fact from fiction,

Too hard to decipher just from listenin’ to their diction.

So heart-felt and sincere, you’d think it’s non-fiction

The delivery of it all is quite bewitchin’.

The tangled web boys weave, when practing to decieve

The mixed messages us girls receive.

Pretty of you to say so, more foolish of me to believe…

I’m deep off in my feelings, ‘cause I think he hurt my feelings.

But perhaps it’s my fault for not taking better care of my feelings…

I guess the things he said , combined with the way I was feeling

Had me feeling like he was feelin’ me, because after all, HE SAID he was “FEELING ME!!!”

He said “You intrigue me.”

That he, “Wants to know all about me.”

“I’ll hold you down, just give me the opportunity…”

*sighs*

And I decided I could, said I would because I thought, “Maybe, I should…”

After HE said HE would, after HE said He could, thereby convincing ME “I” should!!!

Shoulda, coulda, woulda but, ya didn’t…

Really, you never meant it.

I thought he saw me, as I know me,

A beautiful, meaningful, wonderful human being… as “me.”

But, I’m on the inside looking out,

Outside, he’s looking in…

And since I am only a “woman” of women,

He a “man” of men.

If men lie and women lie,

Why should I even try???

 

Alma C. Nelson aka “2 Deep”

“I am Spoken Word Artist, Published Writer, CEO, Motivational Speaker and Poet, “2 Deep”.  I reside in the Southwest but, I’m from the dirty-dirty, aka New Orleans, Louisiana.  Regularly, I travel throughout the valley, performing my poetry and Spoken Word pieces.  I have a video on you tube, with several up and coming video’s scheduled for your viewing enjoyment. Please feel free to email me for more details or check out my website for upcoming events and shows.  I can be reached at blkbttrfly007@gmail.com.”

BREEDING HATE

 Why do we breed hate,

Teach our children to debate,

Negate,

The realities of life, called fate,

Rather than help make their way straight,

We send them through curves and loops, like the figure eight,

Then we worry when it seems their faith,

And Fate,

Ain’t Straight;

Yet, we go on, teaching them, encouraging them to hate,

To despise the very things advertised and displayed to help us appreciate,

Our final fate,

Our day of judgment at the great gate,

When each of our Soul’s Fate,

Is finally determined, can you relate?

The Word of God is available to give us more,

As we learn in Him, just how far we can soar,

And the effect of our words on the lives of others; our community; and more,

Therefore,

We must be careful, of how we word,

The word,

And every word that we’ve read and heard in the word,

I read in the word for myself, “God loves the sinner, but hates the sin,”

Which part of the Word do you get your information from within,

The God I serve, speaks love from beginning to end,

And leaves room for repentance on behalf of man’s sin,

Therefore, we are not judged, until the end,

Reserve judgment, because judgment is left for only Him,

Our only job is to remind them,

That He will deal with all sins in the end,

And that each of us is accountable for our own actions and sins,

Therefore, we are required to abide and reside within,

His Holy and Righteous Will, until then,

Not to judge them because of sin,

But help them understand that God is their friend,

And that He desires to see them win,

Therefore, they must let go of their sin,

If they expect to reign, rule and abide, long after the end,

Has come and gone again,

For only in Christ Jesus, can you truly win,

And fight the will to sin;

We must be honest with ourselves and with them,

We’re all guilty of sin,

Not one is greater than the other, to Him,

We’re all equal in the eyesight of God,

Therefore, we must be careful what we speak of in the Name of the Lord,

Simply, because we can not afford,

To handle the discord,

That may serve as our reward,

If our lips cause us to afford,

A problem so great, we can resolve,

Let us be reminded of why we are here,

Let us be reminded that Jesus still cares,

And that He died for all our sins to bare.

We must stop breeding hate if we are to succeed,

We must realize that judgment lies for the master above, who judges honestly and freely.

 Be Blessed

BABIES HAVING BABIES

 Everywhere I turn, I look and I see,

The sad case of another single, teenage, mother having a baby;

I see the end results of their early decisions,

Entangled around the necks of their so-called wisdom;

A child being born left to the side,

The minute that daddy refuses to abide;

There, the mother is left in strife,

Single, alone, scared out of her mind;

When the dust all settles, a little life is what she’s responsible for,

But no one ever taught her how to be grown; how to live on her own; take care of home; so her man wouldn’t roam,

Now she’s got this little kid who won’t leave her alone,

And she’s too afraid to be on her own, all because she decided to do something grown,

Have sex, have fun, romancing the stone;

Unfortunately, the words of family and friends didn’t work,

And  the poor little child forgot her worth,

Now, she’s getting ready to give birth;

To mother earth;

To the children responsible for ensuring our growth,

Giving us new hope so that, we too can cope,

But if mom’s too busy doing her or worst, on dope, the soul of the child may be lost without hope;

And another baby having a baby is the result,

While grandma and mom sit by swearing it wasn’t their fault;

But the future of our children lies with us,

And if we don’t teach them, it ends with us,

We already know that it starts with lust, so let’s tell them how to avoid the mess,

Because too many babies are having babies by themselves,

Leaving us to tend to what is left;

Let us tell them now, while there is still time,

Our prayers coupled together might change their minds,

And if not, let us pray for the little lives,

Brought into this world before their time,